Feb 11, 2023
TV shows (re)watched in 2023 ↳ Ashes to Ashes (2008 - 2010)
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TV shows (re)watched in 2023 ↳ Ashes to Ashes (2008 - 2010)
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This is my official plea to get more asks about anything and everything, tell me a fun fact, a dirty fantasy, ask me a would you rather or have me rate a kink, anything!
(Mutuals I’m looking at you 🥺🥺)
((If you couldn’t tell I’m bored and a lil drunk))
Send me a word and I’ll post a sentence with that word from my WIPs
Me: I won't make any angst of Lucas/Brody/Sam because canon is sad and fucked up.
Canon: *kills Lucas*
Me:
Me: First of all, homophobic. Second of all-
DO IT, DO IT, DO IT, DO IT, D
I have a strange dream when alec was kinnaped by sketchy pp? to be the sacrifice for some demon.But he was in fact not the sacrifice but the people who brought him there were so the demon possessed him and killed all those people. After that i waked up and currently have another wip:"""(
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4k FIC CONTEST!
Woohoo! After my year long hiatus, i had lost a ton of followers. However, I recently re-hit 4k followers, and that’s, like, really exciting. So, I will keep my promise and do a fanfic contest!
This week was ridiculously busy. Both of my kids had (one yet to have) their birthdays this week, I was in the ER on Wednesday, work, and preparing for school (financial aid forms - gross) kept me busy. However, my busy season is almost over as school approaches!
SO, CONTEST.
The Rules:
1) I mean...it would be nice if you followed me. That’d be cool.
2) Reblog this lovely post.
3) Then, go to my ask box and send me your most FANTASTICALLY thought out TOG multi-chapter fanfic prompt. It can be about anything, both canon and AUs are accepted, my only wish is that it includes multiple TOG ships, not just one! To go to my ask box, follow this lovely link: Ask me ANYTHING! - be sure to mention it’s for the 4k contest!
4) Finally, when my newest ACOTAR fanfic teaser hits 300 notes, I’ll choose the winner! To get to my newest fanfic teaser, GO HEEEERE!
The prompt winner (or winnerS) will have their prompt(s) turned into a 25 chapter TOG fanfic.
here somebody take this and run with it! Choose Your Own Adventure: Emeto Style!
can be read as an accompanying piece to “midnight miserable [mmm BOI]”!
“Detective,” he rasped, breaths staggered with uneasy punctuation, hand wrapped around the bowl. “I—Chloe—”
She whirled from the teacup and placed a hand on his back just as he doubled over and threw up again. It was just as awful as the first three times. She ached for him as his back arched painfully beneath her palm, and she rubbed a soothing circle over the taut muscles, trying to lend him some comfort through his sickness. “Oh,” she murmured, brow drawn in tight sympathy. “Lucifer, I’ve got you. It’s okay.”
He lifted his head from the bowl, expression still frozen in helpless agony, eyes squeezed shut with tears rimming his dark lashes and leaving shimmering streaks down his face. His chest heaved as he gasped for air, and Chloe reached up to wipe his chin with a (fresh) towel, continuing to murmur soothing nonsense. “Here, it’s okay. It’s okay.”
He jerked his chin away, forcing a wet, indignant hiss through the nauseous misery. “No,” he ground out, “’s not okay…” Emboldened by this sudden show of assertion, he turned further away, rejecting her ministrations. “’m a mess…”